Let me introduce my selfI'm the one who rules the setSo don't you forgetBad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttonsBut you ain't nothin', no frontinI bring the level up a little louderIn the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hoursFools on the street want to feel the funkLooking for the 'skunk' that's what'cha wantYa better, sit back and let the track flowLike smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indoRhythms upside ya brain, can ya hang, can maintainCan ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veinsGet ya fix and ya bag of tricksIn tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricksI'm gonna hit 'em highHe's gonna hit 'em lowOpen up ya mind so that you can feel the flowOn, an' on till there all goneFools be runnin' but they won't last long

[Chorus]I'm the freaka [Repeat: x8]

People always want to get what you got, no matta whatCan't take care of themselves in the big huntIn the quest for the crownAn' the jewels, and the cheeseMotherfucker pleaseEnemies want to plot against me with envy in they heartsBut, I rip their sorry ass apartIn a minute, I can take ya to the limitTemperature risen, nasal highzen

Comin' back in with the lows, for the fowsFuckin' up egos, an' anybody, opposeThe number one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliquaBlowin' a hole in tha speakerYou don't want to dis the Perro, the Real One, or the WerroSlangin' rythems through the ghettoYa best keep ya ass in cheakCome on little mutha fuckas betta show respectAn what's next, the big brown takin' ya downHow ya feel (how ya feel punk)When your sorry ass can't hang with the Hill

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Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tideNobody even knows how I kick the flowSlow down, cause ya comin' up too fastYa might get smacked down cause ya got no class